At this moment, just tens of kilometers away, while Yilin was facing a life-and-death situation, the castle of White City remained silent and peaceful.
Of course, it might not be very peaceful.
The guards were still tirelessly patrolling the walls, carefully inspecting at the castle gate, so bored they were starting to yawn.
On the other hand, two groups of people had already started taking action.
Inside the castle, a fat figure clad in white clothes, carrying a bundle, was sneakily observing the movements of the guards, shuffling back and forth, attempting to get out of the castle.
Outside the castle walls, there was a group of unidentified mercenaries huddled in a corner, repeatedly throwing grappling hooks at the wall, but each attempt was followed by a "clink" as the hooks fell back down.
"Did you hear anything?" one guard on the wall asked another.
"Seems like, but maybe not." the other guard replied.
"What do you mean, seems like but maybe not?"
